Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

both of them gazed across the glowing dell at the gleaming eyes before them. like twin lanterns, they burned with an unshakeable force, unblinking, and somehow all-knowing. mona swallowed. she did not wish to approach; something told her the magickal being would only disappear again if she and piper drew close.
and so she steeled her nerves, and called across the small clearing. "are you the homba?" the cardinal was not sure she expected an answer, for who could know if her words were discernable? 
the pair of eyes wavered, blinked for the first time, and there came a laugh like the rasp of dry leaves.
who seeks me?
mona was stricken; she could only stare at piper in silence for the time being.